Mark. A Heathcote

'Lazarus' is burning; he's looking bereft.
But from the ashes, what is left?
Will always be just enough.
'Lazarus' is strong and immensely tough.
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Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I'm a willing sacrifice.
Oh, oh, fan these flames.
I want to combust.
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Starting with every childish caper
One day, sitting back in a rocking chair,
Skin & bones like crinkled crepe paper
We'll remember our lot livesshare.
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I reset my thoughts
spring hasn't left us far behind
now we've peach blossoms
*
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Though your words injure me cruelly,
I nurse my heart, my right to love you.
I'd never weep or cry unduly.
I don't second-guess or misconstrue.
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Little brother, little sister
Protagonists of disaster
When our fists are raised in anger.
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Wrens - warble
Turkeys - gobble
Rooster - cock-a-doodle-doo
Calves - bleat
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If I could soar above all my inherent problems
And fly like an eagle, where should I nest
Every place I would seek to rest has problems
The wind is either too strong or too light
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He wraps his hands around her throat.
A candle about to die
Black feathers in hand practically smote
A dagger's stabbing, bloody goodbye.
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One morning with renewed faith, we'll awake.
Like Anadolu ponies dancing, and
Skip outside...kick open the stable door—shake
Our manes, and nod our heads, flick our tails, stunned.
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When I was a child, I had a Rough Collie dog.
It visited pensioners on the council estate.
And became an incredible friend and mate
Dogs are amazing; they leave me agog.
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Seen as a wader, the gleaner
Of these murky margins.
He is in for the long haul. Neck deep,
So gracefully slender.
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Louis Wain had his paw bent on painting.
And drawing the most wonderful things.
He had an eye for the mischievous and fun.
He liked one Persian cat for its distinctive blue eyes.
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living monument
strength and resilience
no more bombs, please
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my mind is taught
combining all the colours
of a rainbow
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the strong are the weak
give them pneumonia and watch
they'll cry—tears like a baby
in its crib for its mother
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Baton down the hatches
The shadows
There is a ghost in your blood
wearing your hoary flesh
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Pennies from the wishing well
I'd throw them at your tranquil soul, your feet
To see the ripples of yesterday roll
So you'll remember my name
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Say it now
We might never meet again
Say it now
Tomorrow isn't promised
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Dust motes circle the moon.
my heart with a solitary
depth I can't remove
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